My grandparents were married for more than 50 years. For all those years they played an amazing game. the goal was to write the word shmily in a surprise place for the other to find.
They took turns leaving shmily around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged shmily with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food colouring. Shmily was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave shmily on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places shmily would pop up. Little notes with shmily scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. Shmily was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents house as the furniture.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old man he had grown to be.
But it couldn't last forever cancer came and after 50 years together, Grandma was gone.
Shmily. It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmothers funeral bouquet. And as the crowd thinned at the graveside, my grandfather stood silently and shook with grief.
I will never forget that moment. I knew although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its beauty.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
**This is not mine but i found it on another site. I think it's beautiful**
